Wednesday, June 10, 2015

A Review by David McLean of EchoNone/ Michael Mc Aloran (Oneiros Books)

Michael Mc Aloran

EchoNone

Oneiros Books

EchoNone by Michael Mc Aloran further explores how
the original imprint is dislocation & homeless. there is actually no
nothing, there is no void or vacancy and absence is something that might have
mattered, but somewhere else. there is no nothing to hypostasize & it does
not noth, & everything is here all the time, often smelling funny, though
you might not want it to be.

apart from the failure of the eye and sensibility, the book
records the emptiness of speech. because meaning is broken by nature, it does
not attempt to simulate a world created like a stage set to record the author's
lunatic contribution to the pitiful attempts people feel obliged to make to
sustain the stifling illusion of normality that the modern system, the system
of modernity, demands.

i do not speak of social injustice and the inanities of
fundamentally conservative identity politics,
since these are completely insignificant compared with the basic & archaic
truth that we are all always already completely fucked.

if no collapse bile vomit of dead hence elective breathe insertion of
expels worthless distance opiate in in of lack traces never of/ a head/ a body
yes/ dream-lack forgotten breakage dense as tears illumined sky of upturned eye’s
resolve strip-skin all breath’s denude cut close to restless skull exigency
dark what dark in/ collects dried bones from fit of origin escapade no life in
them appearing as shadows nothing claimed struck out spat out/ fucked fallen breakage
dense regard non-sense of gilded tumour lights brittle as disregard obsolete in
final what/ death word/

there is very little
to be said in favor of a world where we are obliged to be only apparently aware
of it, when it is designed by others & words were obviously invented by
degenerate idiots.

the seeming
continuity of linguistic conceptualization is a shallow lie to hide the
psychotic break, the point where the real creeps in & leaves its traces.

words bled out as of slaughtered wombage catascope regard of desert
nocturne churn of obscene disregard all laughter’s return/ spoke yes or no has
it/ dreamed of nullity yes/ nullity in which given sacrifice of all else/
un-sky/ clarify dense as shit reek of unbound bones dust of entrails shadow
preface forgotten asking in present sheen/

this book is well
worth reading, & it may be purchased from Oneiros Books at this link